Luyện nghe bài hát G.o.d. Pt. Iii (remix)

Some of 151, son, yeah, some of that bogus
Aight, aiyyo, son, yo, yo
You think that motherfuckin' nigga's out right now, son?
Word, what he out here?

Son, we got drama with nigga
Be tryin' to fuckin' front week
What, kid out there?
Yo, I seen that nigga earlier,

Nah, fuck that, go, go the window real quick, son
Open fuckin' window
You take him from the window, nigga?
Yo, hold up, that, there go, that's that nigga there, son
Right next to the court?

Yeah, yeah, the one
Oh, shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, the lights out
Turn the lights out, through
Back up, back up, they

Aiyyo, son, I'ma hit that nigga now, son
to Mom, I'ma hit him out the window, son
Yo, you buggin', son, nah, chill 'Zo, that
I'ma hit that right out the motherfuckin' window

up, you want somebody go bust him?
Nah fuck, I'ma hit this nigga out the window, son
Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, don't it up, duck down

Yo, let me do it, man, let me do it, go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga,
Yeah, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, fucker,

Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yeah, a small thing

G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip Bacardi
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, that's a thing

Awright, now pay to the crime rhyme Houdini P
Keepin' you niggaz in
Mobb, representative, me the specialist
professor at this rap science

Up in the laboratory, here's why your small rhyme me
Store bought rap shit, my category
Is that of an insane who strike
I draw first blood, over with and that's that

You wanna square off, slice that cat?
You get splashed from back of your to ass crack
Surgical to the end with iron map
Which bring Apocalypse to this game rap

Not a game but quite and yo, in fact
You'll be runnin' for dear life so far you fall off the map
Fuckin' P, you need a gat
At least to have the opportunity to bust

First shot, the pack around world premier
Shook individuals from blind fear
Scared to death niggaz to they worst fear
Horror in Braille for vision impaired

You lookin' for P, well, you can find him
In a project near you, be right there
I was brought up and taught to no fear
Live wire niggaz stay me in the rear

Cowardly hearts aside, stand clear
My niggaz got they eyes on you
QBC, lime Bacardi, G.O.D. Pt. III
On some hashish in Embassy Suite, crash your

Yo, it's the G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing

the, G.O.D., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip Bacardi
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing

Yeah, yo, lime Bacardi, gettin' bent, the party
B-I, bringin' it to anybody
Physical damage, control handle cannons
Hittin' you ripped, leave your bloodstream

you actin' out of character, we observin'
Drillin' 'em so hard, I know we felt it comin' at 'em
raps float like the Phantom
Runnin' you up out of the spot in you standin'

Never second-guess a cat who gat
Concealed but easily revealed and
Body castin' raps to get your back snapped in
And severed, impossible pain beyond

Sheisty brought him to his last bread
changed around quick to one stead
Face full of fear, conquerin' ice grill
Tragedies, put him to like NyQuil

a overdose of this rap potent
Potentially dangerous, fatally left
For the roaches, scavengers, EMS
homes, anticipatin' your death

That's the dead truth, in the morgue
You'll find proof enough to make you think and before
ship sink to the bottom
Night owl leave the and spot him
You know the routine, face up I shot him

Yo, it's the G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing

G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing

the, G.O., Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing

G.O.D., Pt. III
QBC, sip Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice
Drama, we bring, yo, a small thing

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
G.O.D., Father Pt. III,